#It's been a long day

[lost-shoe]

Supernatural - Baby (11.04)

Whumptober 2022

No. 20 IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY

[bearotonin-international]

Since people are being difficult to y'all, would you please post some bears that make you happy?

to clarify, people aren't really being difficult to us, we are just nearing the end of our patience. but we will happily oblige with some of our own personal bearotonin

[lightsandlust]

Home Again

@heroesofbr00klyn

Derek was nervous.

Stiles was going to be home from college at any minute and he had offered Stiles a place to stay with him.  He was living in his house now.  The new house where his old family home had once been.  It was large and comfortable and if the news that was to come bothered Stiles, then Stiles could have his own room.

But god was he terrified.

He had known since the boy was fifteen that they were destined mates.

He had wanted to tell him when he turned eighteen but then he had been dating someone.

But now...now it was time.

Stiles would be here any minute to move in and he would tell him the truth.

[random-fandom-whump]

Whumptober Day 20: It's Been a Long Day ↳ Star Wars: Return of the Jedi (1983)

[dixonlvr-online]

How far is too far?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of violence and killing, argument

Genre: Angst, ends with fluff

Challenge: It's been a long day @whumptober/ Bedtime stories / "There's only us."

Part 1 if you're interested.

Talking to Maggie was exhausting these days.

Or maybe it was just the fact that you’d woken up at 6 in the morning to make battle preparations and it was now 9pm. All day, you’d gone from group to group, person to person, making plans, building weapons, stabilizing walls, and whatever else needed to be done.

What struck you the most was that no matter who you were with or what you were doing, they all talked about the same thing: killing the Saviors and Negan. Not that you didn’t want revenge yourself, especially for what they’d done to your husband Daryl, but the constant talk of killing was starting to get to you.

Even now, when you sat with Maggie, just two friends trying to enjoy an evening before everything, the conversation had turned to fighting. Maggie talked over the plan, how she wanted to find Negan and put him down in front of everyone. You’d tuned her out the last few minutes, hearing enough of it during the day.

It was when her voice raised that your skin prickled and you felt your blood go hot. You downed the rest of your drink and stood, startling Maggie from her rant.

“It’s been a long day. I hope you don’t mind me cutting this short,” you said. Maggie gaped up at you, but nodded. You shot her a tight smile before quickly leaving, needing to put some space between the two of you.

Your feet dragged on the walk home, body aching with exhaustion. Your shoulders felt heavier than usual, from the physical activities of the day and the weight of what was happening tomorrow.

The only thing you wanted now was to clean up and crawl into bed, hoping the words of the day would wash away until morning. Unfortunately, when you opened your trailer door, Daryl was at the table writing on some plans.

You sighed, and he glanced up at you. You tried to smile, knowing he must’ve had a long day too, but you could feel the tightness in your face. He gestured for you to come over, eyes still scanning the papers in front of him.

You stepped behind him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, trying to ignore the plans in front of him. He traced a hand across one of the lines.

“Does this look right to you? I told Jesus it ain’t soundin’ right, this part right here. I mean, the Saviors are smart sons of bitches, if we’re gonna wipe ‘em out once and for all we need to-”

“Can you not talk about this tonight?” you cut him off. He flinched, startled by your tone. You released your hold on him and stepped back, letting him turn to see you. His brows furrowed at the tight expression on your face.

“What? I’m just goin’ over the plan-”

“I can’t listen to one more word about tomorrow. I’m so sick of it, and so tired of everyone talking about it,” you said, trying to keep your tone under control. God, you just wanted to go to sleep. Daryl stood, confused expression turning to annoyance.

“Dunno if you noticed, but this is a big fuckin’ deal, Y/N,” he said, shaking his head at you. You bit your lip to suppress your anger, his words rubbing you raw.

“I know it’s a big deal, Daryl,” you forced out, gritting your teeth. “But that doesn’t mean we have to talk about it all the fucking time. Give it a fucking rest already!” You let the words rush out all at once, no longer caring to keep your voice down. Daryl’s eyes darkened.

“What the hell is this about? Ya don’t want to fight them no more? After everythin’ they did to us? To you! To me?” he yelled, towering over you. You stepped closer, glaring up at him.

“Of course I want to fight them! They need to be stopped, but that doesn’t mean we have to become monsters, for God’s sake!” you retorted. Daryl froze at your words, trying to grasp your meaning.

“What’d’ya mean, monsters? You think that’s what we’re bein’?” he asked. You felt your shoulders drop, the anger from before slowly fading away. In its place was an overwhelming feeling of sadness, of exhaustion. You nodded, slowly.

“All I’ve been hearing all day is, ‘We need to kill these guys,’ and ‘I hope Negan dies as painfully as possible,’” you said. “This was from people I respect, people I consider family. 

“Who…” you faltered, averting your eyes. “Who have we become?”

Daryl took a small step forward, lifting a hand to your cheek. You lifted your face to see his, watching regret pass through his eyes. 

“We ain’t monsters. You ain’t,” he said, gently. You shook your head.

“It’s too much sometimes. All of it. All the fighting, all the plans to fight, it never ends. If it ever ends-”

“When,” Daryl corrected you. You bit your lip, nodding.

“When it ends,” you said, “what will we have left? Will we have crossed a line we can’t uncross? What if we go too far this time?” 

Daryl considered your words, the two of you sinking into the silence. Finally, he held a tentative hand up to your arm, waiting for your confirmation to come closer. You nodded, stepping forward into his arms.

He held you close, feeling the beat of your heart against his chest. You breathed in deeply, relaxing into him. The rest of the world seemed to fade when you were in his arms. All the exhaustion, all the weight felt lighter when he carried some of the burden.

“You ain’t gonna go too far. I won’t let ya. And if ya cross that line…I’ll pull ya back. I promise,” he said. You smiled, your first real smile of the day, and leaned further into him. He rested his head on your shoulder, breathing out in relief after he spoke.

You knew tomorrow was going to be hard. You may have to kill. You probably would. But knowing Daryl would be here to hold you afterwards, to pick up the pieces when you fell, made the fight feel worth it.

[peraltuki]

Redacted asmr fandom not in their best moment. Listener got kinkshamed in front of boyfriend and boss.

[illiana-mystery]

Almost forgot it was Wednesday...

[t4llhum4n]

I WATCHED THE EA

Guys, I'm really tired and out of it, but did James just admit to doing human trials? Because.. wack.

[ace-trainguys]

Whumptober day 20 - prompt is “It’s been a long day.”

Ingo vanishes during work hours, and the staff of the Battle Subway spend the rest of the long, long day searching for clues.

[psipudding]

so how do other people cope with the feeling life is slipping you by, and you can't enjoy the moment because you're still caught up living in the past

[bisexualchrissycunningham]

What really gets me about receiving a message like that is that somehow, out of everyone in this fandom who talks about Chrissy, I'm the one who gets told I'm "over-sexualizing" her? Really? Ignoring the fact that shaming people for talking about sex in the context of fictional characters is fucking stupid in the first place.. it doesn't even make sense considering I don't really talk much about smutty headcanons at all anyway.

I'm so tired of anons being so lazy with their dumbass messages. If you want to attack somebody for the heinous crime of sexualizing characters, maybe check that it's actually something they routinely do first.

Truly shoddy work, anon. I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.

[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 20

Smoker x Reader

TW: Grief of loss, suggestion of depression(?)

A knock on the door alerted you that you had a visitor, yet you remain lying on your bed. Dread sits on you, facing the outside world would only make you feel hollower. You were tired of the pity, the sympathy-

"[Y/n]..." Smoker stood in front of where you faced. You glance at him as if asking how he got in. "The door was unlocked. Not safe but at least it saves me the trouble of using my logia powers."

You hummed in response, dropping your gaze onto the pillow in your arms. Smoker sighed as you squeezed the pillow tighter. He left your sight but you could hear his footsteps enter the kitchen area.

"Have you eaten anything?" Smoker inquired, only getting another hum in response. "I'll take that as no."

You could hear cupboards open and close, metal pots or pans being placed on the stove, and the swing of the pantry door. Oddly enough, the noise comforted you. You briefly smile yet you stayed curled up in your bed, the illusion would disappear if you faced reality.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Why are you making extra, bro?" you ask as you took a seat in front of the counter.

"A buddy of mine from work is coming over tonight," he informed you, finishing up with the vegetables. "He's a little intimidating at first but I think you'll like him."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Here." 

You heard a dish being set on the dresser. Lifting your head up, you saw a bowl of stew and Smoker sitting down in a nearby chair. He faced you, elbows resting on his knees, and being considerate to only smoke one cigar instead of two. Yeah, you remember your brother telling Smoker to cut back when he visited.

"Eat," Smoker ordered.

You sat up, letting your legs dangle over the edge of the bed. Taking the dish, you shovelled the stew into your mouth. Your body thanked you for eating something but your mind only told you how bland it was compared to your brother's cooking.

"I know I'm not as good as your brother..." Smoker said. You paused and stared down at your food with a frown. He sighed, letting a puff of smoke out. "But I figured it's better than nothing."

"...I miss him, Smoker," you finally croaked.

"I know, I miss him too," Smoker empathized as he blew more smoke. "He was a man I could trust, not many earn that from me."

"It's quiet without him..." you told Smoker as you stirred your stew. "Too quiet. Days are longer, I just want them to be over... I want them to be all over..."

"You wanna know a secret, [Y/n]?"

"Hm?" You look up at him.

"Some days I feel like that too. I wake up and there's nothing there, it feels like life is empty." 

His cigar ran out and he put the bud in an ashtray. He reached into his pocket to take out another one when your arms wrapped around him. You didn't say anything, only crying dry tears. Recovering from being cut off guard, Smoker patted your back.

"I know... it's been a long day."

[virtie333]

Here I go commenting on every fic I read, even though I don't have the emotional energy. Because I know that's what I would want if they read mine. Which they won't.

Why do I keep doing it? They won't know if I'm reading or not. They don't care. They don't look at their notifications with such focus and hope like I do.

Still trying to fit in after all these years. I'm pathetic.

[blackbriarsraven]

One of my kittens has a heart disease and I have to take her for a scan to find out what... poor baby 💔

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whumptober #20: It’s Been A Long Day

Option: Foetal Position

A had noticed that everyone sleeps in strange positions. B sprawled spread-eagled and limbs like an octopus, C could drape themselves over anything and everything and still have a good slumber. D talked in their sleep and E fidgeted like there was no tomorrow -  F slept rigid like a soldier! 

But their Captain… who they’d never even seen sleep outside of a catnap atop a cluttered desk or a quick snooze in their captains chair, was a different story. The stoic character curled up as tight as they could; tucking their arms and legs as close to their chest as humanly possible. The blankets around them radiated the same tension as the body pulling them in tight. It was oddly endearing to see such a hardened person so vulnerable as they slept.

[etherealyoungk]

im so tired